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Strung Out Photographs (A Billy Moran Fanfic)- Chapter 3

Chapter 2


“So, Rob, why didn’t you tell any of us about this photo taker sister of yours?” asked Briana. The band, Jason, Rich, Rob, Briana, Ruth, Matt, and Kim sat at a restaurant for dinner before some of the others would head back for karaoke.

“Yeah, am I seriously the only one who’s met her?” asked Rich, shoving Rob a bit. Rob pushed back, obviously annoyed.

“Look, Carver and I aren’t the closet of siblings in the world. Rich met her once when he visited Missouri a few years back.”

“Any reason why she kept to herself all day?” asked Kim.

“Because she was in work mode.” said a voice. We all looked up to see Danny walking towards us.

“Hey, Danny right?” asked Briana as Danny leant himself against Rob’s chair.

“Danny Bracker. Sorry I hadn’t gotten the chance to introduce myself properly earlier. I’m Carver’s interpreter.” said Danny; he reached over, shaking Briana’s hand.

“Nice to meet you, Danny.” I said. He looked over to me.

“Billy, right?” I nodded.

“Hey, thanks for taking the time to actually sign to Carver earlier, even if it was just finger spelling.” Rob whipped his head over to me in shock and confusion; I could just feel my face going red.

“Uh, no problem.” I said, scratching the back of my neck nervously.

“Yeah, just don’t tell her that came from me, it just doesn’t happen often. She appreciated it.” If only he saw the amount of ASL videos in my search history right now.

“What do you mean she was in work mode?” asked Rob.

“When she’s taking photos she tends not to sign to anyone, even me to be honest. Help’s her concentrate.”

“Wanna join us for the rest of dinner?” asked Rich, gesturing to the empty chair at the end of the table.

“Would, but I’m just hear picking up food myself. Carver’s locked herself in our hotel room editing photos so she doesn’t have to worry during karaoke.”

All of a sudden, a notification went off on my phone. I looked down to see it was from Twitter.

@StrungOutPhotos tagged you in a photo

I unlocked my phone, assuming it was just another fan and photographer at the convention.


I looked at the photo of me; it was during the intro this morning. It was a picture of me playing, and ego aside it was one of the best photos of me I had ever seen.

“Um, Danny? What’s Carver’s photography company called?” I asked, still in awe of the photo.

“Strung Out Photographs, why?” I turned my phone towards him so even everyone at the table could see.

“Whoa.” said Rob, looking at my phone. Danny just smirked.

“2 Cheese Burgers. Bracker!” called someone from the counter.

“And I’ll see you guys at karaoke.” said Danny. He winked at me, walking away.

“You alright there, Bob-O?” asked Rich. I turned to Rob, seeing he was still staring at my phone.

“Yeah, yeah. Sorry… It’s just I’ve never seen one of her photos before.”

I took my phone back, immediately retweeting the photo and following her account, photo and personal.

There was something special about this girl, and I was definitely going to find out what.  


Saturday Night Special- Carver’s P.O.V

“Danny, I can tell by your face that you don’t want to be here.” I said, signing to my friend as we stood against the wall of the convention hall. Fans were filling in as the Saturday Night Special was about to start. Chris had left hours ago, photography was up to me for the rest of the weekend.

“No, no it’s fine. It’s just a little loud in here. I can live with the headache.” signed Danny. I gave my best friend the look. In the 20 years we’ve known each other he still wasn’t able to lie to me.

“Go. I promise I’ll be fine. All I’m going to do is take photos, and I’ll be up in the hotel room in no time.”

“You sure?” he asked.

Hanging my camera on my neck, I turned Danny around, pushing him to the exit. As much as I loved the dude, him and his headaches were not a pretty sight. I could see him hold up surrender hands as he walked away.

I turned to the crowd, taking in the sight before me. It was 9:30ish the last I checked, and people were crowding in inside. People were coming in to see my brother, they were coming in to see Rob. He had made it, the dream he had his entire life had come true.

And no matter how long it had been since we had even spoken to each other, I was proud. So. Damn. Proud.

“Just because I can’t hear it doesn’t take away my ability to appreciate it, it doesn’t take away my ability to appreciate you.”

I closed my eyes, trying to get the memory of the fight out of my head. That was then. I was here now, this was a chance to start over.

All of a sudden, a felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around to see the one and only Billy Moran standing before. It wasn’t hard within the past 2 days to learn his last name.

“Nice shirt.” signed Billy, laughing I assumed. My eyes widened as I looked down, seeing the new Louden Swain shirt I had bought at the merch table earlier. However, my eyes widened for a different reason, because all of a sudden Billy here knew more ASL than he did yesterday.

I tilted my head.

“Learned something new I see.” I signed, curious if he’d get it.

Billy’s eyes lit up, a smile appearing wide on his face.

“I understood that!” he signed. It was my turn to laugh.

“I’m impressed.” Billy tilted his head in confusion, which made me laugh just a little bit harder.

“I-m-p-r-e-s-s-e-d.” I repeated the sign so he could match it together.

“Thank you.” signed Billy, the happiness evident.

Billy pulled out his phone, quickly pulling something up to show me the screen. It was a blank text message screen; ah. Billy Moran’s asking for my number.

I smiled, taking the phone and typing the nine digits. I handed him back his phone and watched him type something, feeling my own phone buzz in my pocket; I pulled it out.

MESSAGE: Unknown
I just thought it would be an easier form of communication until I got better at ASL.

I typed my response back.

TO: Unknown
What makes you so intrigued to learn a new language?

I may or may not have just met an intriguing girl.

Whelp. I didn’t expect that.

I looked up to the guy in front of my, one of my brother’s best friends, who was, well attempting to flirt with me. And frankly? I found myself wanting him to.

Billy looked down at an old calculator watch on his wrist. I looked at my phone.


I gotta go. *hey look up*

“See you later?” signed Billy.

I smiled, raising my own hands.


Billy smiled himself, mouthing the word bye to me before taking off to head backstage. I took a look around the room, trying to get back into focus so I could do the job I was paid to be here for. But, my mind couldn’t leave the thought of Billy.

I took my phone back out quickly, entering his contact name in. Maybe I was right about before.

I am here now, and it’s a chance to start something over.

Little did I know a certain rock star would play a big part in that.  

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anonymous asked:

jdajdjsjdjs billy's reactions are the best ahsjdhj when at the end it said skam elsker deg and he was like i love you too skam JSJDJS MEEEE or when william asked noora to move im with him and billy was like neineineinei i canttttt lmao

hahahaha same omg. I love his reactions because he is literally expressing everything i felt watching and it’s just amazing to relive that through someone again you know? Bless Billy <3